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post Michael

Taken from the parking lot early this morning at La Madelaine. I was trying to decide if I needed a nap or a cup of coffee. Their coffee is really good.

All Michael brought us was an all-night rain. If there were any breezes, I slept right through them. I'm sorry for the devastation on the gulf coast. I had planned on a camping beach vacation there this week but changed my plans. I would have been in the thick of it had I gone.

The rest of this day unfolded beautifully, bright blue skies, fat scudding clouds. My house is opened up to the fresh air for the first time in weeks.

Thanks for everyone's concern. We were unscathed.

Waiting for Michael

pocket repair on the dixie mink

"The trees crouch leaves twitching. Rain so fine it won't fall."

I fell asleep in the car waiting for the coffee place to open. I was so cozy. I wished that I had some stitching. Will have to make a car kit for if and when the mood strikes. Mending will be enough.

After coffee and writing down the bones of a new short story, I found a new, used bookstore that also sells used Lego by the ounce!

Meanwhile, Charlie weathered the early storm and a pre-K Wednesday. I own him another dollar and thank him for another morning out of the house.

Freaky Monday

Nana by Charlie

We had a long day together yesterday. School holiday for something or other. I am now being corrected if I botch a lyric from "Yellow Submarine"

 A grand time was had by all.

Today I joined the mobs on catch-up day at the post office and got everything shipped out ahead of Hurricane Michael, so if you are expecting a package from me, stand by!

It looks like we might take a hit this time. Too early to tell.

Story

"...i am so so Done with this scene in this country...just so Done
with it, I pledge my allegiance to cloth and thread to
women who make things...colors, cloth, paper, children, families,
gardens, meals that feed, warm places for animals, for the
good men in their lives that give back, that make lives for the
good men and hold them up..."

 

A quote from a friend. I'm sure many of us are feeling this.

I was domesticating myself yesterday, something I only do when what I really want is to be breaking things. Wreaking havoc. There was a week's worth of dirty dishes, all my everyday clothes in the laundry, etc. I was listening to the speeches before the first vote.
I broke a plate and cut my finger.
I used HOT water on the clothes.
But my mind went elsewhere and I organized and wrote the next book in my head. Got the notes all down. Yes, bits and pieces are already around, but like bits and pieces of cloth, they need to be given purpose. A point. Listening to the speeches before the first vote, my story took wing.

Women have more power than they know.

Maybe you have stories?

Here are some curated groups of cloth and thread. A place to start. Or maybe just a place to escape to.